Mycroft let out a sigh as Greg slipped out of him, before he put his hand back into that delightfully soft hair, a sharp yet satisfied smile curving over his lips. "No, but I will take praise, thank you ever so much. You were phenomenal, but I always had a deep suspicion you would be."

Everything inch of him felt both energized and at the same time, completely calm and content. He had never felt this way since ... since. Never. Never had he felt this boneless, this sated. He tipped his head down so he could kiss Gregory's cheek softly, "I think I shall keep you, all to myself."

He looked down the length of them, and then made a face. "After we have bathed."